The future… not always as bright and cheery as people would like to believe. The happiness that people seek can only be found through sometimes-extreme measures, and many sacrifices. Suffering, pain, sorrow, and grief, all of which will befall those who have done nothing to secure their future. And others, well, they seem to just be doomed to misery. The future holds many surprises, and many opportunities.

The past… or, if you will, the beginning.. Life, like any story, always has it's beginning. And with every life, or every story, those beginnings can lead to the start of something grand, or something painful, or even something simple.

This story, however, is one of pain, sorrow, treason, murder, betrayal, war, and destiny. This is the story of Micah, the young Krynn prince who became a warrior not out of desire like the majority of his race, but out of necessity and duty. This is the story of the entire Krynn nation and their plight. This is the chronicling of the last days of a proud race, who otherwise would just slip out of reality, dead and forgotten.

Falkgrand City(Capital of Krynna), Northern Krynna, Day(10 years ago)

"Help!! For the love of the goddess, please somebody help me!!" A woman's screams could be heard throughout the entire street, nobody bothering to help her with this peril. A man could be heard grunting and laughing sickly.

After some time, the city guards were alerted, but they arrived too late to save the woman. As they walked into the alleyway, she could be seen desperately trying to draw in breath for a few more moments of life, blood running down a deep gash across her neck, her clothes torn, body bruised and broken. The man was pulling up his trousers and cleaning his knife as one guardsman thrust the butt of his spear into his back, barking out his order, "Bastard, by the power given to me by our Lord Kain, I hereby arrest you under the charges of rape, battery, and murder." As the guards standing beside him shackled his arms, he muttered, "I hope you rot…"

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In a dark glade, just outside the walls of the city, an old druid was training his apprentice, a young girl of about 4 with long raven-colored hair, to wield the power of the earth. His frustration was barely overshadowed by his pride in his apprentice, amazed that she could learn this quickly. "Meeka, you're doing that all wrong… Here, you have to focus first, then you deal with incantations. You're good, but without proper focus, you'll never be as good as your potential allows you." He smiled fatherly at the young girl, both amused and angered with her childishness, as a guardian, and a teacher.

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In a dark study, two figures sat alone together, reading out arcane incantations, and setting pieces of wood on fire in the hearth. The boy, roughly 6 years of age, outstretched his hand towards the logs, firing a small stream of unnatural fire from his fingertips and setting the wood on fire, causing an eerie greenish glow to emanate from the flames. The man nodded his head, "Good work Kindred, you have more promise than any other student I've ever seen. Keep up with your studies, use your powers as a pyromancer regularly, and you shall be great. I am proud of you, son." The man placed his hand on top of the boy's head, and patted lightly.

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A young boy stood in a field alone, fighting off imaginary hordes with his toy sword, dreaming of one day becoming a great warrior, unparalleled by even the gods themselves. As he decapitated stalk after stalk of long grass, he sat down, tired and sweaty, and looked to the sky. "I wish… I wish father would stop being so worried about everything… I just want to take away all of the sad… He's just been an empty shell since mom passed…"

He thought back to the last time he saw his mother, bedridden with some strange Hylian disease that had befallen her during the war against Hyrule. He remembered the tears in his father's eyes, and the crying of his mother. He was crying too, not knowing what to do. And then he remembered his mother holding his hand, and then he remembered her hand going limp over his, dropping to the side of the bed. And the last time he saw her face, tears in her blank and staring eyes, and his father, crying over the body of his mother; a grim reminder that sickness doesn't treat innocents and royalty any different than criminals and commoners.

Then the boy found himself crying in the field, hiding from any prying eyes. Men were supposed to be strong, but he couldn't take it, the pain didn't go away; it only lingered and got steadily worse. "Mommy… Please, give me strength and guide me. And give daddy the strength to lead our people. He needs it." Just as the boy sighed and started to cry once more, a sudden flash of white came through the entire world, rupturing this reality.

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Hyrule Field-just outside of Lon Lon Ranch, Day (Present)

"Hey, wake up sleepy head, we're almost there!" Micah opened his eyes to see a mass of red hair overtop of him, hiding a face behind it. It took him a moment to realize that he was in Talon's wagon heading to Lon Lon Ranch, and not in that field so many years ago. He thought to himself, Just a bad dream…

Hey everyone. No, contrary to popular belief, I did not die. I've had a lot going on in my life since my last update, including a massive writer's block; things such as my mom going through her radiation treatments and surgery, me and my ex girlfriend getting back together, school, and a band to tend to. So, with any luck, I'll update weekly, maybe bi-weekly. It all depends on the amount of homework I have, whether or not I'm depressed, how my relationship is going at the moment, and whether or not I have writer's block. So please review, and show me that somebody is actually still interested in this story, and encourage me to keep writing, and I'll talk to y'all later. Stay frosty everyone! Snowman, out!